Letters To Alaska

Alaksa.

Why did you do it? I'm not mad at you. I don't blame you. I just want to know why. No just for my sake, but for all of ours.

I haven't been able to face Pudge since. I knew he liked you; it was obvious. Just answer me, why? If not for anyone else, do it for him. Why?

Why?

Just because I am quite doesn't mean I'm blind. I saw you were hurting. I knew you, and I knew you were hurting. For ages I didn't know why, but then you told us about your mother, and everything made sense. And you're not hurting anymore.

But there is still that unanswered question of why.

Why?

I'm never going to get an answer, I know. But I like to think that if I keep waiting, I'll learn to understand. I'll learn to understand why.

Thank you, Alaska. For everything.

Lara.